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7.28.2011

i have a skewed sense of money. i'll pay four bucks for a cup of coffee with only the slightest twinge of regret, but i absolutely refuse to leave the refrigerator door open for one second longer than necessary. don't get me started on running a half-empty dishwasher--i feel bad enough running the full one.

and then there's air conditioning. my guilt at turning on the small window unit in my room knows no bounds.

my stomach is in knots just thinking about it. actually, come to think of it, my stomach may be in knots because i just broke one of the keys on my brand-spankin'-new-macbook-air...sigh. kerfuffle. splat. {feeling like a bit of a disaster today. most days, really}.

but that's another story for another day.

back to the air conditioner.

when new york got hot this summer and the heat rash broke out on my stomach i swallowed my guilt and started pressing that glorious little button of that cooling machine. at first i'd pull my reading chair right up to it and let it blow over my face. i'd close the doors to my room and create a little ice box: air conditioner, fan, closed windows, closed doors, and me in the corner--a greedy little kid stealing cool air from the pantry and hoping not to be caught.

from there my idea of it expanded. i'd turn it on and walk about the room, unapologetically. i even took to sleeping with it on at night (though usually i'd wake sometime just after three to turn it off in a half-wake/half-sleep/half-guilt stupor.

and then new york got hotter. and these old buildings--these buildings that have seen it all and tell countless stories began to take that heat on and in and i started to lose my mind.

and just as the mind went, clarity arrived (go figure). why not move my bed as close to the window unit as possible? why not switch my room around for the sake of the practical.

when i took this room--this room with two separate window looking out over the hudson--i knew one thing: my desk would sit between those windows. and mornings would be spent there with coffee in hand taking in the water's gleam and getting work done.

from there i arranged the bed. the bookcase. the dresser. and it was just right. just as it should be.

but having flipped the room, for the sake of the practical, well, i can see the hudson and the green of the palisades when i wake in the morning (from my bed). gone is the image of the red building across the way--a building who's facade i loved and was always glad to greet upon rising. turns out river and trees trump red brick, every time (go figure).

i'm not sure why i'm writing about this this morning. i think because there's a metaphor in it.

i didn't want to move my bed. i thought it was in the perfect spot. but i did because i knew i'd be cooler at night. turns out, the air conditioning isn't even what i most love about the shift. it's the view. the view i least expected. the view that i'm not quite sure how i didn't work out months ago was best seen from this position.

my mind is in a fog this morning. what i'm getting at (and what i need to take away) is that shifting one's perspective can illuminate a lot more than you bargained for.

hmph. something like that. and because i always like seeing people's space and home and such, i give you some of mine:

i have serious air conditioner guilt, too. i think it's partially due to the fact that when i wake up in the middle of the night and hear its awful humming, i know that i am not only paying up the wazoo to only be mildly comfortable, but it just feels so FAKE.

i stumbled upon your blog only yesterday, have read a lot of your posts since then. your writings, expressions, ideas.. are 'remarkable'..to drive home a point, you make it so affable, adoring and so much next-door-neighborhood(had to invent this one), and you actually drive it home, cozily, right into the bedroom-comfort-zone, with those photos too. i find your photography so very resplendent with freshness. u mentioned you are a writer(without specifying), when is your warm-hug- fiction coming out? Life is Good!

Holy God this room.I can't even put into words how much I love it. Maybe my lack of regard for syntax shows that, though? Haha! Honestly, though: I love this space.And when I lived in Jersey while attending Ailey, we always ran the AC an hour before bed, shut it off, and only turned it on for a few minutes if we woke up because of suffocating heat.

Wow, wow, wow, I love your apartment! I am absolutely terrified to see my next email from Con Ed. I have pretty much given up on my electric bill; it will be at its highest this month for sure. I am very jealous of your views- from my room I see, well, lots of other apartments just like my own. Luckily, there is a tree providing a little view of nature as well. You have such a beautiful space!

Your room looks so peaceful. Your view is spectacular! I love getting to peer into someone else's life...I used to rearrange my room every time I got angsty or sad. So, weekly in high school. I was afraid to move it near the window after some people came by and vandalized my car at night once. I felt like they'd come back for me. I'd love to have a window higher up like that.

You're right - that's a great view. :) How wonderful it is when you accidentally stumble upon something so beautiful.

Your post reminded me of how I sometimes like to sit in odd places - like the curb in front of post office or something - and it always seems like I start to see the world just a little differently because I'm looking at it from a different perspective. I think there are so many places that we just walk by and never really see. And then sometimes we slow down or just turn around and look and we see something that makes us think a different way.